Jasmine returned the smile shyly, shifting from foot to foot nervously. "Hi. Good morning. Um, well, they're going fine as far as me being safe and all-- I told you I would be-- but they're not all great. The poor guy can't seem to hold down food, I think it's something with like he can't digest normal food right now or something. And actually, Erin's kinda what I was coming to talk to you about?" All of that spilled out steadily, with barely a breath between the words. Now she stopped herself, starting to speak more normally, but even as her voice evened out she started to fidget with her hands.
"You see, I've got this thing, this group of us are gonna go out into the city later, right, to find supplies. Around noon. But, y'know, it means I won't be here, you know? To bring Erin's lunch up to him." She shuffled her foot against the floor, like a child being caught neglecting chores. "I know I said I'd take care of feeding him," she started, choosing her words very carefully. Instead of mentioning that she hoped to find something that might provide a clue of how she could help Erin, and games they could play, she focused on what Terry would prefer to hear. "I mean, we can't let him starve, so that's important. But, but finding supplies is more important right? For everyone." Including Erin, she thought.